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Oh ! my God if it could be
I'd bring my children all to thee ;
In hafte I'd come make no delay, Until I'd borne them all away.
Oh ! 1 would bear them in my arms,
Where they might view thy bleeding arms*;
Saviour: I'd prefs them to thy breaft, Their fouls would find fweet reft.
My Children I will tell "you now^
The labour I have, had for youj My pillow is witnefs to my tear,
That I have fhed for my Children dear;
Oft times my heirt has been in pain, That your poor fouls might be born again, ,
That you might tafte redeeming love, And with your parents reign above.
My bufy thoughts my fpirits cheer I truft I have five babes in glory th^re,
With their golden harps God's praifes fmg, . Hoianna to their heavenly king.
Oh ! my glafs is almoft run,
'Twill foon be faid your mother's gone, Then I muft bid you all adieu,
With no more groans nor fighs for you. .
I am bound to canaan's land,
I've lifted in lmmanuel's band, Could I be fure to meet you there,
joy and peace 'twould give me here*.
